17 May, in the year of our Lord 2021
Today by my coach to visit my parents, who are well, which is to my great content, but Lord! to see so many coaches abroad, it being the first day with another Easement of our confynement for the plague. Since I heared nothing of a Turkey varyant, advantaged myselfe of the Ottoman barbershoppe, where a fine trim to my head and beard and the neck squared off, which is the first time, I think, it was done in more than a year. Tipped the boy 1d., which contented him a great deal.
My father thinks to change the little magick screen he hath to fit in his pocket, for it is old now and hath difficulty remembering anything, and by a coincydence the Exchange hath sent him an Offer for an upgrade. It crosses my mind to suggest he ask if they offer the same for my mother, for she fits the same cryteria, but silence on the matter is a better course of action. After an early supper comes the mayd, Leanne, to put my mother to bed, who is sweet and goes, and says she does not want to come down again, and we part with all in excellent good spirits.
Thence home and to bed where read a little in my life of Thos. Cromwell by Rev. MacCulloch in which there is good matter but it a little dry and there are too many people in it and I think too few commas so that I must read too many sentences twice.
18 May, in the year of our Lord 2021
Up, to lay food for Mr. Owens cat, who is out. After, to my Spanish with Señor Iñigo el Vasco, though I think to have un descanso for una semana for the refreshment of el cerebro. Before supper comes the Messenger from the Hospitalle, who says I must confirm in the morning that there is a bed there, for I cannot go where they told me I should go, since none told me to isolate myselfe after the Covey test on Sunday, which miscarriage makes me ill at ease that it may not be done tomorrow, my operacion.